Sunday, August 9, 2009

Contradictions

I am vain.
I have no self-confidence.

I stare in the mirror and think, not bad.
I catch glimpses of myself in storefront windows and wince.

I bemoan my figure.
I will not stop drinking Dr. Pepper.

I am angry about the state of our country.
I do nothing about it.

I love outlandish fashion.
I am afraid to wear anything that draws attention to me.

I didn't realize how hard being a stay at home mom is.
I spend a good portion of my day goofing off.

I love being alone.
I crave the company of others.

I adore being told I love you.
I put off telling those I care about what they mean to me.

I am never satisfied.
I am never satisfied.
I am never satisfied.
I am never satisfied.

13 comments:

  1. Here's my response:

    I am me.
    I am CaraBee.

    I can relate to so many of those contradictions. Pretty much all of them, in fact.

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  2. Loooooooooooove it!
    Chuckled over the mom one - a lot.

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  3. So true.

    Especially that alone/company one, I've been really struggling with that one lately.

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  4. I bemoan my puffy thighs.
    I will not stop eating chips and salsa.

    There's mine for ya...

    Brilliant post. Seriously, you should be famous. I've only been saying that for a year now.

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  5. stumbling this. You have read my mind

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  6. What a great post. It's true - there are so many contradictions in life.

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  7. "I didn't realize how hard being a stay at home mom is.
    I spend a good portion of my day goofing off."

    Yep.

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  8. I sure I'm the only one feeling these things.
    I come here and see so's every one else.

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  9. So true of so many of us.

    Love it.

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  10. You captured exactly how I feel so many days, but articulated it far better than I ever could. Especially that "I love being alone/craving the company of others." It takes a lot of effort to get me to go out, maybe because of some deep-seeded social anxiety. Yet when I do, I feel so rewarded that I ask myself, why can't I do this more often?

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Give me some sugar, baby!